Naruto Daggers Novels & Stories

3RD PERSON Everyone is holding their breath while waiting for the duel between Black Dragon and Hercules to start. They seems to be trying to gauge each other’s skill on the sword. Hercules is using a longsword and JD is using a katana. Who will dominate the duel? Everyone is waiting to witness it. Finally, Hercules raised his sword and attacks JD in full force. JD just lightly flicks his katana towards his longsword and deflects the attack. “Is that your best?” JD asks Hercules who is already starting to get annoyed.

He didn't say I couldn't cheat. As I turn away from him I unbuckle the front of my top. I don't have time to draw the leather completely down, so I must wait until he gives me another opportunity. The next time, the entire piece comes undone and dangles from around my neck, my breasts hanging free. I can feel that it wouldn't be comfortable to fight like this, but it serves a purpose. Laryn drops his guard and I bring my weapon down. I pull it back at the last second. "You are a dead, dragon," I say with a huge grin.

Laughs continued all around. I gasped in a couple of breaths as I climbed to my feet. I really wasn't happy about what I was going to do. Both my hands opened to either side. The daggers folded magically in my skin then slid up each of my arms. They looked like the ink of a tattoo that rippled up my skin and down my forearm. They folded out of my skin and into my hands. The white one appeared in my left and the dark one in my right.

“It’s a contender.” I handed her a set of matching daggers that she set next to the sword after swiping them through the air a few times. Then she tried out throwing stars that ended back in the box along with the nunchucks, a flail, a sickle, and lastly, a boomerang with deadly points at its ends. “So, the daggers or the sword?” I asked her when we were done. She tapped a finger over her lips. “As much as I love the sword, I think the daggers will be better, assuming they will disappear and reappear with my clothes. I could strap them to my thighs.”

Effect: Attack +1 Durability: 100/120 === With unshed tears in his eyes, Zen trudged back to the designated wood chopping area. The durability was slightly higher than those dull daggers. However, this was made from wood. How ridiculous was it to chop wood using wood? It was the same as asking a bovine to eat beef.

When I turned my head, I saw him, Daron still unconscious a few feet away, half-covered by a fresh drift of sand. My heart slammed against my ribs. The small dagger I’d seen him use during the raid was still on him. I remembered how cleanly it had sliced through my packmate’s throat. The memory sent fresh rage surging through my veins, burning away the exhaustion. I crawled over to him, every movement sending sharp protests through my muscles. My fingers found the hidden sheath inside his inner cloak. The dagger slid out easily, cool and deadly in my palm. His name was etched into the hilt in sharp, elegant runes. I raised it high, aiming straight for his heart.

Jena and I make eye contact, she knows I will let go if it will save them all. “Don’t even f*cking think about it Alpha!” She pulls one of my silver daggers from her waist. I don’t even want to know where it came from. I haven’t had my gear on in days, which is stupid considering. She drives it into his neck over and over again. This asshole is not dying easily. Finally, after about ten deep stabs he collapses forward on me. I try to push his big ass off, but the way he had me pinned down it’s hard to move, so I do what anyone in my position would. I explode into flames.

In the end, it shot into the air like an arrow. Madam Nalan was completely astonished upon seeing this. What kind of monster was this man? He could directly squeeze the poisonous dagger out of his body! Were his muscles made of iron? The blue dagger she smelted would release horrific poison as soon as it got into a person's skin. An ordinary Sage Realm Master would die immediately when the dagger scratched him a little. Even a God Realm Master would be weakened. But, wasn't the person before her flesh and blood? Ding Hao turned around and stared at Madam Nalan, just like a giant beast from ancient times staring at an ant. His eyes were full of cruelty.

Liora POV The journey back to the SUVs are just as merciless and unforgiving, each step a jagged reminder of what we’ve survived…and what still waits ahead. My legs tremble from the fight, muscles screaming with every stride, but I keep moving. The Silver Dagger clutched tight in my hand. Its warmth pulses against my palm, steady and alive, like a second heartbeat synced to mine. The ruby glows faintly, a soft crimson light that cuts through the mist, and every time the light touches my skin, Aria stirs – stronger now, her growl no longer a distant whisper but a deep, resonant force clawing closer to the surface. The suppression serum still holds her back, but the dagger’s power is eroding i

*FREYA* “Get the blades, Dorian!” Blood drains from my face. “Alpha... ” Dorian steps forward, shooting the Alpha a look which he doesn't return. “What are you waiting for? Bring them out,” His voice holds no room for arguments. Dorian exhales sharply, gives a nod and walk over to the rack. He retrieves two four edged cross daggers, their blades catching the light and almost blinding my vision. He hesitates for a heartbeat before tossing them to the Alpha who catches them in the air.